“I’m so sorry…” you blurt out in a voice that is becoming coarser and hoarser. “My doctor has me on these...um…painkillers…they make me sweat and uh, cause some WOOF muscle spasms in the uh…WOOF WOOF larynx…”
“Tell me this,” says your immediate supervisor, looking grim yet distinguished. “Do they also cause you to forget to shave…we can’t have our executives coming in here with hairy faces!” With impulse and instinct, your hand flies to your cheek, a cheek that had been as smooth as a baby’s behind almost moments before. With terror you feel the sensation of something being as smooth as a puppy’s behind as your face is covered with fine fur. Pretending to itch your nose, you deftly check it for signs of transformation. You are in luck…there is no sign of it being wet, slimy and cool…yet.
A movement in the seat of your pants gets your immediate attention. “No!” You think. “No…not the tail!”